November 2011
11 posts

When we first watched the opening scenes of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, my mother told me I was Holly Golightly. The hunting for the shoes, the charming la-di-da attitude, completely impractical yet somehow polished, blissfully unaware yet tuned in, the love of cats, and sleeping in.
To put it another way: Friends tell me I’m very amusing; an old boyfriend once called me a carnival. Don’t mistake this for funny- I’ve never nailed a punchline. It’s more like my life is amusing- a never ending situational comedy. Only I would (and could) get myself into the predicaments I get into.

Hence Holly.
As the movie carries on, you find out her la-di-da is a character flaw; but ultimately it’s her saving grace too. It’s the rose-tinted glasses that give her the bravery to return- to jump into the rain and find Cat.
My mother also says I bounce back from a setback quicker than anyone she knows. My advice? Just golightly.
Dispatched from the West Coast.

Marry a millionaire of course!
If someone knows an eligible millionaire suited to my taste, or how to make an easy hop, skip, and a jump up the ladder, I’d like to know. Because I’m working my ass off.
Or just give me a dirty martini, that would work too.
Dispatched from the West Coast.



